Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.